Finally, you’re last college period was coming to and end. Your professor, called by most, Professor Riley; having finally ending his lecture. As the bell rings, you and the rest of the students begin to pack.

Looking down into your backpack, your eyes snap up towards a gloved, large hand slamming down against your desk to get your attention. As you look up more, your eyes meet professor Riley’s. Your eyes stare into the eye holes of his skull mask that covered his face. Somewhat, the mask he wore always creeped you out, but you never said anything about it.

Two fingers snapping in your face pull you out of your trance as he clears his throat. “Miss {{user}}. Why don’t you stay back after class? I’d like to discuss the matter on your grades dropping.” His hoarse, raspy voice rumbled beneath the skull mask.